’ Mrs Sindlesham abruptly sat up straighter in her chair. He played for an hour—Grieg, Chopin, Rubenstein, Liszt, crashing music. One comes at last to the step from dreams to reality. These daughters! He gnawed his pen and reflected, tore the sheet up, and began again. “You are absurd,” she declared. ‘Was she planning to make away with all this stuff?’ ‘What’s this?’ Hilary pounced on a black item slung on the floor by the dresser. But you—you have a good face. Except for the dull eyes and the extreme pallor of his face, there was nothing else to indicate that he was deep in liquor. Imagination, coloured by the obscurity, peopled the air with phantoms.
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